Someone taps my arm.
It takes me a good five seconds to open my eyes, and a bit longer to figure out where I am. I see a flash of bright red, then bright blue. Another tap. Jason shakes his head. "You can't be such a heavy sleeper around here. You never know when someone will creep in and point a gun at you." I rub my eyes. "What good will waking up do then?" He really thinks about this. He scratches his beard. "At least you'll look the killer in the eye, you know? You'll know why and who. Everyone deserves to know why they're getting whacked, and by whom." He sighs wistfully. "Devon wired some money for your wardrobe. I can't go shopping with you, I've got more important shit to do. Just take a cab downtown and you'll find the stores. Get here by 11:30, because you have a meeting with Keller at 12:00." This news makes me sit upright. "Which Keller?" "The boss, Yara. Ethan talked shit about you, so before you sign the employment contract, you'll have a week to prove yourself. Like a trial. He'll say all this to your face, I'm just giving you a heads up." "So I might not get the job?" This isn't what I wanted to hear. I never thought I wouldn't get the job. Not getting the job is out of the question. I've already come so far. "Damien is a grade A asshole, Yara. He has high expectations and demands absolute efficiency. I saw him fire this cocktail waitress at one of his restaurants because her skirt had a wrinkle on it. It wasn't even visible. You've got to really show you're eager to please, or you'll be sent home." He shakes his head. "That's why you need a new wardrobe. Go to the best stores, get some pretty dresses. Tops. Whatever. There are always attendants there, so they'll help out. Don't get anything too flashy or they'll wonder where you're getting the money." My brain spins with all this information, but I got the message. Before Jason leaves the apartment, he hands me an envelope with a wad of cash. I don't think I've ever held this much money. It won't even fit in my purse, so I leave about half under the mattress and take the rest with me. I do as he instructed and take a cab downtown. Street Mall, I think he says. I don't think I'll ever get used to all the different names. Besides, I don't know how long I'll be staying. Some stores just end up being more pricey than I ever thought possible and the women who supposedly 'help' me always end up showing me the most expensive items available. I don't buy much, but I do invest in a new bag and some hair products. I also buy a new flat iron. I keep glancing at my phone to check the time. It's ten when I get back to the apartment. Around ten fifty when I'm done curling my hair. I decided to wear jeans and a black top I bought for a small fortune. I look much better than I did last night, that's for sure. I also add some mascara and eyeliner. After twenty minutes, Jason picks me up. He takes some time going through everything I bought. "This is good. Come on, you don't want to be late." I get in the passenger's seat. Jason starts talking. "Ethan didn't like you very much, but Damien makes these kinds of decisions lately so you don't have to worry. After Devon sent those four morons, he's been paranoid. They're on the lookout for more spies." When he stops in front of a large building, I realize it's a different one. "This is just a lounge, for important meetings and such," Jason explains. We get inside. I'm twenty minutes early. Jason tells me he'll be right back and stalks off. I can't sit still, I'm shaking my legs restlessly. The fact that I'll be finally meeting this Damien Keller is making me have a tiny panic attack. If his cousin Ethan is a jerk and is supposedly the nice one, then I'm in trouble. And I can't afford to lose this job. There's a lot at stake. I need to get that name. The door to my left opens and a petite woman walks out. She's around fifty, maybe more. She smiles brightly and I feel a little better. "He's waiting for you, dear." I stand and my legs tremble. I walk past her to get into the office. It's not even twelve yet, so it's a good thing I came early. The first detail I notice is that the office is fairly spacious, and every decor in here looks expensive. Paintings, vases, furniture, everything. There's a long table, and when my eyes land on the two men in the room, I momentarily freeze. Ethan's here. Jason told me he wouldn't be making any decision, so what's the meaning of this? The other man must be Damien. The boss. He has a cleft chin and azure eyes. His hair is really dark and slicked back. I wasn't expecting both of them to be here, so I can feel panic settling deep in my bones. When I turn my back to them to close the door, I shut my eyes firmly and take a breath. I turn around and they're both watching me. I don't think smiling would even be considered polite here. I keep a straight face and move closer to the table. I put a hand on a chair and move it so I can take a seat. It makes a screeching sound that makes me cringe. "Please remain standing," Damien says abruptly, and I'm surprised by how deep his voice is. "You were not given permission to sit." I feel myself blushing. "Oh, I'm sorry." I distance myself from the chair and clutch my new purse. There's an open notebook in front of him and he has a pen in hand. I notice that the initials KF are also on it. I can see why Sandra said Ethan is the nice one. This man is contantly frowning, there's a permanent line right between his brows. The way he looks at me makes me want to avert my gaze and stare at the floor instead, but I know how important it is to maintain eye contact. "I'm told you're from a small town," he says and writes something down. It's my name, Yara Huxley, and he underlines it. "Is this your first time in LA?" "Yes, it is." "Where are you from?" I tell him. "You've come a long way. And Jason told you about this opening?" "Yes," I say, hoping to not sound uneasy and uncertain. "And what made you think you were cut out for the job?" He's implying something behind this comment and I know exactly what it is, but if I allow myself to be intimidated by him I'll mess this up. "I worked at a bar before. In my hometown." He clicks the pen twice. "Do you have a recommendation letter? A CV?" I didn't think about that. Devon didn't tell me it would be necessary. Besides, how would I tell Donnie to write one under Yara Huxley and not Amelia George? "I don't. I didn't think it would be necessary." I can tell from the expression on his face that this was the wrong fucking answer. "You didn't think it would be necessary?" he repeats my answer slowly. He sits back and stares at me with bewilderment. "You move to a new city without any recommendations, no CV. How did you plan on applying for a job, Miss Huxley?" I lick my lips. "I only moved because Jason told me he had a job--" "Listen here, idiot," he interrupts me. "I don't care what your excuses are. Without a recommendation letter, you can't prove you've worked at a bar before. And that would explain why you almost broke a twenty thousand dollar whiskey bottle." Twenty thousand dollars? I never thought whiskey could be so expensive. And that's a slight exaggeration. I just tripped. I clear my throat. "I'll do better. That won't happen again." He taps the pen against the notebook. I can't tell if my response pleased him or not. "You were late yesterday. Is that not so?" "The bus--" I can't even finish my sentence. The way they're looking at me silences me instantly. He and his cousin share a look. Damien looks at me again, with his bright eyes that do not match his personality at all. They're too bright. "We'll give you a week. That's all you're going to get. If you're late again, you know what will happen." "Thank you," I say. I don't wait to be excused. When I get outside, Jason's already waiting for me. "Don't look so sad, kid." "I'm not--" "Jason!" a man runs in our direction. Instinctively, I cower behind him. "Call Damien. Rhett was picked up by the cops." "When?" "Last night." Jason turns to me. "Go home, Yara. I don't know when I'll be back, but if I'm not home by seven thirty, take a cab to nightclub. I'll send you the address." Sure enough, he didn't show up. I had to remind him to send me the address and he took a while to respond. I have approximately forty minutes to get there in time, but the traffic. I should have left much earlier. I literally watch every minute tick by and I can't believe I'll be late again. "Please," I urge the driver. I'm desperate. I need to get there on time or I'm done for. "There's nothing I can do, miss." I look out the window. I remember this road, and I think the nightclub is a few blocks away. I pay the driver what I owe him and I start running. I have five minutes to get ready and be by the bar. I round a corner and for a moment, I think I'm lost. Despair starts kicking in, but right down the road, I see the flashing lights. I run until I get to where the guards are standing. They stare at me trying to catch my breath as I dig into my purse for my ID card. There's a long line of people trying to get in, so it's almost opening time. I hand it to one of them and he lets me through. I change into my uniform and get to the bar. To my dismay, all the girls have already started prepping for the night. And Damien Keller is sitting right there.My hands are sweating. I wasn't expecting to see him just sitting there. What can I do now, especially after his warning earlier?I stay rooted to the spot, not sure of what to do. Well, I do know, but I can't will myself to move forward. He's sitting there with a tumbler in front of him, smoking a cigarette. If I don't move now, I'll be a minute later than I already am, and that will be worse for my case.I start walking, one foot in front of the other, and he looks back as if sensing my presence. I can tell by his expression that he's not at all content. He's eyeing me distastefully. Of course he knows I'm late. He was probably expecting this, and I didn't let him down. Now, he has the perfect excuse to fire me. I'm torn between walking over to him and apologizing or just going straight to the bar and finding something to do. I go with the latter. I don't plan on making things worse for myself.I can feel his eyes on me as I go about wiping counters and cleaning shot glasses. None o
When the general leaves, Damien breathes a lot easier.He despises the man, and he rarely truly despised anyone. He no longer sees the point in maintaining their alliance, but getting rid of him will be costly and problematic. He is currently the only one on his side and even though Damien no longer needs him, killing him will be bad for business. Everyone will hunt him down like game and tear apart everything he owns. He isn't willing to lose everything he spent a lifetime and a half building. No, the general isn't that important.He loosens his tie and lights a cigarette. He smokes it quickly, then lights another. This long, senseless meeting isn't the only issue bothering him and he knows it. As much as he tries to ignore it, it keeps swimming to the surface.The men he sent to the station still did not return or send a message. Rhett's arrest was unexpected. Normally, his men aren't taken into custody. For something like this to happen out of the blue makes very little sense. He t
I wake up with a start. I had a terrible dream. Being chased in the dark by a raving lunatic with a machete. I haven't had a bad dream in so long. The sun's in my face, I must've slept with the curtains open. I get to my feet and shower. I dress in a baby blue dress and golden sandals. I have nowhere to go today, and I haven't heard from Jason.He didn't sleep in, he didn't leave a text. I want to shrug it off as paranoia, but I'm concerned. I only met him a few days ago, but he doesn't seem like this kind of person. Maybe he's just busy, but something feels off.I think of the last time I saw him. He had to leave urgently. Where'd he go? Everyone was so agitated. He did send me the text with the address of the club later, though. So maybe he just had a long night.I'm straightening my hair when the door bell rings. I get to my feet. It must be Jason, that's what I think initially. Then, I stop in my tracks. Why would he ring the doorbell? This is his apartment. I'm the guest, not him
I didn't even realize I fell asleep.The apartment is completely dark. I stub my toe on the corner of the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. My toe starts throbbing, but I don't have any time to waste. I check the time and I gasp aloud. I'm late. Again. This can't be happening.I'm not necessarily late, but I will be in thirty minutes. I grab my bag and navigate through the dark. I lock the apartment, fly down the staircase and run out of the building. I manage to find an empty cab. The driver turns to me and asks, "Where to?"I still haven't memorized the address, so I show I'm Jason's text message. "Can you get there in twenty minutes?"He whistles. "Don't think so, lady."I open my purse and retrieve a fresh bill. "Can you do it for a hundred?"He snatches it from me. "I guess we'll see."The entire time I'm clutching my bag until my knuckles turn white. Devon's right. I can't let Jason's death ruin my plans. As sad as I am that he lost his life, it could've easily been me. I need
And just like that, I've become an employee they can trust.It's been two weeks since Jason's death and the Kellers have put me to work in another bar, a lounge they own. Well, when I say the Kellers I mean Damien, since he's the one who's in charge. Ethan mostly takes care of the financial aspects of the business or rather, businesses, and Theodora, well, I haven't quite figured out what it is she does. Still, I know more about them than I did when I first got here, and that's a bonus.I know they trust me and not only because Jason was a trusted employee. My display of loyalty in his office the day of the shooting really gave me an edge. I deliver letters, tons and tons of them. Basically, he hands me an envelope and I meet his driver, Thomas, outside. He drives me to wherever the location is, where I meet someone and deliver the letter. No words are exchanged. We go about our separate ways after.I didn't think this was how they communicated. From what I've heard, anything could be
I peer at the dark building before us.There are many cars parked outside, and I can hear the music blasting from here. I don't have to be told that the Kellers own this establishment. It's one of their 'businesses'.Why would he bring me here? What kind of loyalty test am I expected to pass? I'm thinking of a million things at once. His driver parks the car and Ethan turns to me. "Your attire is inside. I'll show you." Attire? That means I'll have to dress up.They wouldn't make me strip, would they?Ethan doesn't show any ID at the door, so that confirms the fact that they own this place, too. I'm beginning to think they own half of the city. They have shares in multi-million dollar companies, wine bars, lounges, clubs. And it's all just the tip of the iceberg.Once we're inside, there's only one word that perfectly describes the scene before us: pandemonium. The music is loud. I've heard this song before, in a radio somewhere, but I can't remember the title. It's everything I thoug
Damien is balls deep into Elizabeth when the phone rings.He's been expecting this phone call all day. He feels it in his gut that it's Oliveira confirming the meeting. He grabs her by the hips and thrusts harder and faster, just the way she likes it. Her moans are saturated with the kind of pleasure only he can give her, and he knows it.She wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her long nails dig into the soft flesh of his tattooed back. She throws her head back in pure ecstasy, and all the while the phone keeps ringing. And ringing.He fists her soft, velvety hair. He buries his face in her fragrant neck. She groans, but doesn't complain. Her walls clench around his hard cock and she shudders. He spills inside of her with a guttural sound. She sucks his bottom lip and he shoves his tongue in her warm mouth. His grip on her thighs will definitely leave a bruise. The phone never stops fucking ringing."I've got to take this," he says to her. He picks up the phone just as she
I scrutinize my reflection in the mirror. I no longer recognize the person staring back at me. This can't be Amelia George. Amelia's wandering around somewhere, she left a while ago. Or rather, she stayed in that room with Mr. Pascual's hands on her tits. This is Yara Huxley, the girl that would do anything to please. The girl that doesn't exist.I've never felt this unclean before. I could roll around in mud and eat dog shit and I still wouldn't feel this way. It's the kind of dirt that soaks into the skin and embeds itself right beneath the surface. No amount of scrubbing will get it out. It's there for life, as a reminder of what I've done. What I let that man do to me.I'm in the lounge's bathroom. The job is done, the deal sealed. Or maybe it isn't, I wasn't paying enough attention. All I could do was stare as his hands rubbed circles on my skin. Every time he'd move his hand closer to my breasts or under my dress, I'd hold my breath. He went as far as touching my clit. And all
Six months have passed.They've been peaceful and for the most part, quiet. Tremendously busy, but I'm used to that part now. Working alongside Damien is the best part about it. I get to be with him all day and make sure that he isn't exerting himself. He has a lot more work now; he had to take over Ethan's duties. Theo helps, but there are certain things only Damien can handle. When Ethan was here, he took care of it, but he's been gone for half a year and there's no one capable enough to replace him. I think that deep down, Damien doesn't want anyone to take over Ethan's job, but he'll never admit it out loud. I help him whenever I can. There's a lot I still don't understand, but I'll get there.It's only a matter of time.He doesn't ever ask me to go home when there are people coming over to meet with him. We never talked about what happened with Ash, but it changed a lot of things. I gained some respect after I killed him. I see it in the way people look at me whenever we're at so
I help him peel his blazer off.This day has been mentally exhausting for him. He rarely leaves the office early, but I'm glad he did today. I'm glad, because at least we have the whole day ahead of us. It's going to be just the two of us. Theo rarely comes here, she prefers to stay in the city. It's closer to everything else. I love it here, because it feels like we're all alone in the world. I stare out the window and all I see is the vast sky, green hills, nature. I don't even see the guards surrounding the house. They're invisible to me.It's peaceful here, and breathtakingly beautiful. It's home. I understand why Damien is so attached to this place. It's not simply because he grew up here. I feel safe, here, untouchable. The first time I was here, I felt like an intruder. Our relationship was so different back then, I can't help but marvel at how everything is so different now. I never would have guessed that we'd end up here, closer than ever, madly in love. We've come a long wa
Today's an important day.I've been on edge all morning. Damien has called for a Keller family meeting. We're all going to be there, including Ethan and Penelope.He announced that there'd be a meeting only last night during dinner, and he asked Theo to give Ethan a call. I was startled by the news and so was she. He didn't tell me what he'll say to Ethan, but we can guess what it is. He wants closure. Ethan owns a third of everything, and that matter needs to be resolved. I doubt that Damien will allow him to return to the company. I just don't see it happening. Ethan himself never mentioned it to Theo, not that he'd dare to.Theo told me that he's out of the hospital. She said he hasn't left the country yet because he wants to see Damien first. Damien, however, wanted nothing to do with him until yesterday. He's asked after him, but he didn't want to see him. He's still hurt by what Ethan did to us, his betrayal is a wound that will never quite heal for him. And if it ever does, it'
I'm afraid of opening the door.I've been standing here for a full minute with my heart in my throat. My hand is on the knob, ready. I can't bring myself to turn it, though, simply because I know that Damien's on the other side. There's a lot we need to talk about, so much in fact that I wouldn't know where to start.I hold my breath and close my eyes. I've been standing out here for too long. I remind myself that he's my husband, he's the man I love, and we'll get through this. We'd get through anything together. I've been in a far worse position before. This time, I was actually focusing on the well-being of our family.I open the door slowly.Only the bedside lamp is on. I see him right away; he's seated on the couch across his bed. He's staring out the window with a distant look in his eyes. I take a few steps towards him, my eyes on his handsome face. My heart's thumping against my chest. I'm overcome with emotion, but I put a hamper on them for now. He's a little pale, I notice
Amelia's going to hate him for this, but that's okay, because he doesn't plan on ever seeing her again.He means it this time. He's done with this shit. He had his chance, he fucked it up a hundred years ago. It's time to get over it. If there was ever a part of him that thought he'd get a chance with her, that part of him died a while back. She loves Damien Keller. He lost her a long time ago. That doesn't necessarily mean that he's content with the outcome, but he'll admit defeat. Staying here is slowly killing him.She's going to be alright. Leaving her back there was a dick move, sure, but he stands by what he said to her; when everyone finds out that she did it, there will be no revenge. He helped her along the way, but no one needs to know that. The Huntingtons won't dream of touching her, especially when the truth about Damien comes out. It would be an entirely different story with him.He glances at his watch. Five more minutes in there and he'd miss his flight. He can't miss
I've never been so glad to see him in all my life."Devon," I say, the word a gasp. "How did you—"He doesn't let me finish. "Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?"I shake my head. "No, but how did you—""I'll explain later," he assures me. "Right now, we've got to get this asshole tied to that chair. Quickly, before he wakes up. Bring that chair over there. I have rope under the bed."I grab it and Devon grabs a duffel bag from under the bed. He opens it and fishes out rope and a couple of knives. He's been lying under the bed the entire time. It's clear that he planned this thoroughly.He didn't abandon me. He said he'd help me kill Ash and here he is. I tell him, "I thought you weren't going to show up. I thought you tricked me.""I don't blame you for assuming the worst," he says, looking up at me. His eyes are glinting with mischief and something else, something I won't dare name. He points at my gun. "You know how to use that thing?"I stare at it. "Yes."He's watching me intently. "A
It's quarter to midnight.The clock is ticking and my heart is racing. I'm ready, my small gun is hidden in my underwear. I've made sure to wear an extra tight pair just for the occasion. The dress is scarlet and flowy, perfect for tonight.I'm waiting for him in the lobby. This time, I'm early. It makes me feel more in control of the situation even though that's far from the truth. I take a small sip of champagne and look back at the entrance. My heart's in my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I have to remain cool, though. There's a lot at stake.Everything depends on this."Anything else?" the bartender asks me while pouring someone else a drink. I shake my head, I can't even speak at a time like this.I'm taking another sip of champagne when I finally spot him. There are two men walking behind him. He's saying something to them as he looks around. For me, no doubt. I fix my gaze on him and hold my breath as I wait for him to see me. He doesn't, which is fairly disappointin
"Leave," Damien says to the nurse. She scurries out of the room as soon as he mutters the word.He's in a terrible mood and he doesn't want anyone around him. He has finally moved from that awful, desolate place and he's home. He made sure that they didn't change any decorations. They lost a lot of antiques and furniture that was in their family for decades, but he's made sure that everything else remained the same. He's sure that he'll recover in no time here, he already feels better. He's not in bed, he's sitting on the sofa beside his bed. He's supposed to be resting, but he's done enough of that.He can't sleep when he's worried sick about Amelia.The fact that no one gives him any news is a bad sign as it is. They're hiding something from him, he can feel it. The last time he spoke to her, she told him that she wasn't going to turn back, that she'd go ahead with the plan. He has no idea of what her plan might be, but he knows it won't be anything he'll agree with. He wonders if p
I can't stop chewing my thumbnail.I force myself to put my hand down. I'm in agony; I don't know what to do and I'm running out of time. I'm supposed to be meeting Ash tonight. This was supposed to end it all, according to Devon, but he let Ethan go so what happens now? The only reason why I'm agreeing to everything is because of him. It isn't, but that's what Ash thinks. Am I still expected to show up? Why would he do this?I can't figure it out.I wish I had a way of contacting Devon to let him know that everything went to shit, but I don't have his number. I don't know where he's currently residing. I don't think I'll be seeing him anytime soon; tonight, maybe but not earlier. In the meantime, what do I do? I can't ask anyone's advice. My family is against me entirely. Theo probably thinks that our negotiations with Ash have come to an abrupt end, but she doesn't know half of it. I'm planning on killing him once and for all, I made a promise to myself that I would.For Damien.I h